Then, with an airy running accompaniment, she began the Dove Song from the play of "The Princess Winsome:" "Flutter and fly, flutter and fly, Bear him my heart of gold." It was all as Mary had imagined it would be, a hundred times in her day-dreams, only far sweeter and more beautiful.

She had not thought how the white sleeves would fall back from the round white arms, or how her voice would go fluttering up like a bird, sweet and crystal clear on the last high note.
Afterward, when the guests were gone and everybody had said good night, Mary lay awake in the pink blossom of a room which she shared with Joyce, the same room Joyce had had at the first house-party.

She was having another good time, thinking it all over.

She thought scornfully of the woman on the sleeping-car who had told her that distance lends enchantment, and that she must not expect too much of her promised land.
She hoped she might meet that woman again some day, so that she could tell her that it was not only as nice as she had expected to find it, but a hundred times nicer.
She reminded herself that she must tell Betty about her in the morning.
As she recalled one pleasant incident after another, she thought, "Now _this_ is _life_! No wonder Lloyd is so bright and interesting when she has been brought up in such an atmosphere.".